9
Kyler
I was definitely sober now. Sober, wide awake, and very much alive. My mind was clear, and the same words ran through it in an urgent rhythm. Fuck me.
The man walking towards me looked perfect bathed in moonlight, and I felt my cock stiffen once more as I watched him. My body ached for his touch. My lips tingled with the memory of his, strong and urgent and possessive.
I beckoned for him to join me. He had walked over to the edge of the pool and was crouching there, leaning over to look at me. I could see the outline of his still-hard cock pressed against his sweatpants. I remembered the feel of it, how thick it was, how hot. And how it sent desire flashing through my body. Fuck me.
“Get in here, hubby,” I called. “What are you waiting for?”
He grinned, as if he understood what I was really saying. I doubted it. Even I didn’t fully understand the sheer intensity of my need for him. I simply couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside me, and I needed him now.
Straightening up, he slowly pulled off his clothes. Almost like he was doing a strip tease. The t-shirt came off first, revealing a glorious set of abs and a thick, hairy chest. The pants came off next. He was in loose boxer briefs. His erect penis stuck out on one side, poking through one of the leg holes. I thought I saw a string of pre-cum drip onto his thigh. He pulled the boxers off, too, so that he was finally naked.
I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled.
There was no better way to describe it; Saul was manly. He was tall and athletic and muscular. I found the hair on him very exciting.
He jumped into the pool, and I paddled to him right away.
“You’re a beautiful man, Saul McCormick,” I told him. He put his arms around me, leaning in and finding my lips with ease.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” he muttered, practically into my mouth.
Fuck me.
Except this time I said it out loud. And he was kissing me like I had never been kissed. He was sweeping his hands all over my body, igniting fires everywhere they went. Suddenly, clearly unable to bear it any longer, he whipped me around, and now he was behind me, my hands resting on the edge of the pool.
I pushed my ass back in invitation. I felt Saul spread my cheeks gently, his fingers probing first before finding my hole. I almost screamed at him to hurry up. He slid one finger into me, causing an involuntary clenching of my muscles. He pulled out slowly then slid back in, and the slow movement allowed me to relax a little to let him in.
He started thrusting then, slow at first then faster and faster. My mouth fell open in ecstasy as he finger-fucked me. Several times he brushed my prostrate, and I was sure my legs would have given out under me if I wasn’t buoyed by the water.
“Please,” I groaned.
He pulled his finger out, and I could feel him move closer. He gripped me firmly by the hips as he used one hand to guide his thick cock into me. My hole was slick with my fluids. I knew he was big, but the size still took me by surprise. He pushed into me slowly, inch by agonizing inch. It seemed to take an eternity, because he would be halfway in and then slide back out and begin again. I knew he was teasing me. I loved it, and I couldn’t stand it.
I pushed back into his body desperately, but there was no rushing him. He was in control, and he wanted me to know it. Slowly, he penetrated me, pressing in, sliding in, until at last I felt his thighs touch mine, and I knew he had given me his full length. I had clenched my hands, the feeling of him making my eyes roll back into my head.
He started to move slowly, with long, measured strokes that seemed to go deeper with each thrust. His grip on my hips was so tight his nails were digging into the skin. He settled into a frenzied thrusting that seemed to reach deep into me, pulling at a coiled spring that I knew was just about to unfurl. Sound and sight faded into nothing, until there was only us, our bodies joined in bliss. In that moment, my world began and ended with that hard cock sliding repeatedly into me.
I heard him grunt as if from miles away. His orgasm wasn’t far off, I knew. I felt my own body begin to tense. With one hand, he reached around me and grabbed hold of my cock. It was all too much. The jerking with his hand, the pressure of his weight crushing against my buttocks, the feel of him ramming into me…
I felt the explosion build deep inside me. It started as a purr, then a growl and finally a triumphant roar. I had to cover my mouth to stop from screaming as a blinding orgasm powered through me. I shuddered, my limbs useless. Saul pushed into me a few more times, and then his own climax spilled out of him. He groaned as the orgasm rocked his body. He grabbed hold of me around my chest and torso. He held me tightly as we both came, and for a long moment, I couldn’t tell which grunt was whose, or whose panting it was filling the night air.
We remained locked like that for a long time. As we let go, we drifted slowly into the pool, still intertwined. And so we floated silently, our breathing slowing and the joint drumming of our hearts growing fainter.
I was a mess of emotions I couldn’t even begin to process. Everything about today had been so intense it was hard to believe it had only been one day. It seemed like weeks ago that I had sat with my dad on that bench, talking about my childhood. It seemed even longer since Jess had first suggested Mail Misters to me. It was almost comical, really, how dismissive I had been of it. And here I was, happier than I had any right to be.
I liked Saul a bit too much. Going off nothing more than his picture and profile, I had already sensed I would like him. He looked like the man I had always wanted. But I had not anticipated just how much I would be attracted to him, or how fast. It was almost like the life I had led before him was a dream, and this was my reality.
Still, there was something that had begun to niggle at me. I had been ignoring it all day, but every so often, Saul had clarified his position. He was not ready for anything serious. He did not even want a relationship. No, all he cared about was a family. A child specifically, even though I did not get that vibe from him. I got the nagging feeling there was more to it than he was letting on. Was this simply about getting a child? Weren’t there easier ways to go about that? Or had Jess been right about him being guarded?
It did not matter. Whichever way I looked at it, I was stuck in a situation; a marriage without the possibility of love. It wasn’t ideal, no matter how charming the man was.
Yet it wasn’t so bad. Saul said one thing with his words, and another with his actions. And his body. He had been a gracious, engaging host. He had gone out of his way to make me comfortable, to welcome me into his home. He was clearly attracted to me; he had just fucked me, for God’s sake. He seemed determined to keep his guard up, but his body betrayed him.
And therein lay my strategy. Saul could say anything he wanted, he could try as hard as possible to put up barriers to his heart. All I really had to do was read a different script. Like the way he looked at me when he was aroused. Or the constant tent in his pants. Or even the way he was holding me. That was all I needed to work my way into his heart. If I was the best version of myself, if I showed him how great a husband I could be, he would have no choice but to fall for me.
It seemed a bit desperate, but I had no problem admitting it. I had to make this work. I had to.
“Are you ready to go?” Saul asked, cutting into my runaway train of thoughts.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
I was actually exhausted, now that I thought about it. I wanted nothing more than a warm bed and a long, dreamless sleep. Dreamless because I knew what I would be dreaming about after tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep in that case.
There was a dull but pleasant ache between my cheeks as we walked back to the house. Every step was a reminder of Saul burying himself deep inside me.
We walked in complete silence this time. It felt right. Like nothing needed to be said after what we had just done. Somewhere along the way, Saul slipped his hand in mine, and that was how we got back into the house-closer than we had been when we left.
He looked with amusement at the mess we had made of our dinner.
“Why don’t you go up, get ready for bed,” he said, turning to me. “And I’ll clean this up?”
I nodded. The first thing I did when I got back to the room was to pick up my phone and call Jess. I had promised her a full account, after all.
“Oh. My. God!” Jess exclaimed before I had even said a word. “Did it happen?”
“Uh, hello to you too,” I said, smiling in spite of myself.
“Whoa, dude. You sound different. It happened, didn’t it?”
“So callous, Jess. I wonder why I put up with you.”
“Because you love me. Obviously. Now shut up and tell me about your night. Is he dreamy? Was it intimidating?” Her voice dropped an octave, “Is he packing?”
“I don’t even know where to start, Jess. He is all that and more. You should see this place. It’s basically like he has his own private island, and it’s just the two of us, and it’s so romantic I could die.”
“Fuck, really?”
“Yeah. It’s like this bit of land around the Roch, where he’s put up this ridiculous mansion. I got here by private jet, dude. Freaking private jet! With leather seats and in-flight beds and everything.”
“You lucky son of a bitch! And Saul? What’s he like?”
“I can’t even, Jess. He’s beautiful. He has these eyes that cut me into ribbons. And his body! God, his body. Everything about him screams either sex or wealth. Or sex. Did I mention sex? He’s super nice too. He made me dinner, and then we took this long walk through the woods to this small infinity pool…”
I trailed off, unsure how to proceed, but Jess had already connected the dots.
“And then you made beautiful, tender love by the pool in the glare of the moonlight? That is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.”
“In the pool, but yeah. It was intense. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“Well, you’re fucked, dude.”
“I am,” I agreed. “I really am. He’s reminded me at least twice that he isn’t interested in a relationship.”
“I mean, that really isn’t a surprise though, is it? He basically made you sign a contract agreeing to that.”
“I know. But it still sucks to hear.”
“Right. Just hang in there.”
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
“I’ll check in with you later, Jess. I think I hear him coming. Bye! Love you!”
Saul opened the door gently. He went around the bedroom, dimming the lights, and then he came over to the bed, where I was lying propped up on my elbows.
“It gets a little chilly at night,” he told me. “I’m not sure if these covers will be warm enough.”
I didn’t even look at the covers.
“I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Good.”
He took off his clothes and climbed into bed. I followed his lead, shedding mine and then nuzzling in beneath the covers. It was a massive bed, and I was instantly swallowed up in silk sheets and thick covers that smelled heavily of Saul. The minute my head hit the pillow, I felt my eyelids begin to droop. I was dimly aware of Saul sidling closer to me, of strong arms reaching around me and holding me in an embrace, and of something thick and heavy pressing into the back of my thigh. I was so comfortable I felt like I was suspended midair.
Saul nibbled playfully at my ear, and then pecked me once on the neck and whispered ‘Goodnight, hubby’.
I smiled to myself. I could definitely get used to this.